Testo Maze - 8corpses
Testo della canzone Maze (8corpses), tratta dall'album Maze - Single
Till the day my brain goes kaput
I stay an open book
Tryna be creative
Like prison ink
Out of soot
It's not advised to dive into
Every nook
But the looky loo
Can't help but eagerly
Take a look
We try to build comfort
Around all this chaos
Rather than facing the chaos
And finding comfort
In one way or another
People always want a filter
And not face the truth
One way or another
This mayhem
That dwells between my ears
Is home to
Insanity
I always hear
That chatter is a constant reminder
That one day
I will disappear
Death is around the corner
So why cut your life shorter
A lot of us are
Master manipulators
Masking our behavior
So good
Even to self
We became liars
Basically tryna
Put out the fire
By throwing a lighter
Telling each other
That was water
I'm tired of seeing my people die
It's sad when the only thing
That's keeping you alive
Is also the thing destroying your life
Sometimes there's thing
You can't rectify
Not anodyne
Ecclesiastes 9:5
Quintessential
Example why I dont ever want to work a nine to five
Went from seeing stars
In the sky
To stars on the ceiling
From inmates
Sharpening makeshift knives
Made it out of that alive
I'm living proof
That something
Can come from nothing
What is stopping you
So many precarious factors
Man it's treacherous
Honestly im speechless
Naivety It's ubiquitous
If I said I wasn't ignorant
That would be ridiculous
I would be a hypocrite
So many things can take us out
So why spend
Times
Short amount
Drowning yourself
In self doubt
For me Sunday's turned to some days
And some days turned to everyday
Now everyday turned to any hour
Now I'm stuck here
Ascertaining whether I have
Willpower
This mental illness
Man
It loves to devour
But the last thing I should do
Is give in and cower
Hopefully
It will blow over
Seen so many cadavers
That's it's done a number
I will take you out of my life
Quicker than a Freeloader
Dissecting a vehicle
Of its catalytic converter
Nothing to confess
Not observing Yom Kippur
These youngins nowadays
Trigger happy with the chopper
But chasing dreams
They're reluctant as a shooter
Hesitant to shoot their shot
To make their life better
Gotta Break through
That wall Like the
Byzantine Empire
Do what you
Want before You expire
ONCE YOURE AN ADDICT
ALWAYS AN ADDICT
JUST LIKE A SCHIZOPHRENIC
Hearing chatter
In their attic
YOU'LL ALWAYS
THINK ABOUT IT
Like Newton's third law
That would be
The grave you dug in
Sobriety ain't no cure
It's just another habit
Of abstaining yourself
As an addict
Chronic got me
Coughing from the smoke
If the smoke
Is why I end up in a coffin
I'm not carin like some Karens
Made so many idiotic decisions
Make sure you're headed
In the right direction
Or your head might
Become a stain
At the intersection
Like a Jackson Pollock
In a exhibition
Are you really livin the life
You wanna to be livin
I can get caught up
In the shoulda coulda wouldas
Maze in my head
Got me got me hopping
Mantra to mantra
Most beautiful things in this era
Can be toxic like a poinsettia
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Writer(s): Matthew Williams, Alexander Benis
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